I never thought I’d be a runner. I used to hate it, used to avoid it at all costs. Then one day I strapped on a pair of sneakers and ran around the block. The next day I ran a bit further. Then a bit further.
I even went out and bought a new pair of running shoes.
A few days after that I wrote this piece.
I don’t remember what made me start running. And I don’t remember why I stopped. If you clicked through to read that post you’ll be surprised to hear that I did, because it sure sounded like I was off to a great start.
But the day after I wrote that I wasn’t able to go out. And the day after, and the day after. And suddenly it’s well over a year later and until two weeks ago I hadn’t run a step since that night.
Which is shocking, because it turns out I love to run.
I love how easy it is to lace up my sneakers and get out of the house. I love how quickly I start to feel the effects of the run, how fast I start to feel the rush from pushing myself past my comfort zone. The whole thing makes me feel good.
Since I was scared I’d just start and stop again, this time I decided to challenge myself to doing the Couch to 5K program. It seemed appropriate considering how attached I am to my couch.
I was going to wait until my month at The Dailey Method was up, but after five days of working out with them, I wasn’t able to go on Saturday and while my brain was itching to take a day off, the rest of my body didn’t agree. By 9pm I was a mass of wound up nerves. I had two options, erupt at my poor undeserving husband, or go for a walk.
And then, while I was lacing up my sneakers I realized I could get a jump on my plan an just go for a run instead of a walk.
I downloaded Robert Ullrey’s podcasts and I set out. Instead of having to use a stopwatch to time the C25K intervals, the podcasts set running and walking cues to fast paced techno music. It’s not what I’d usually listen to, but for a run, it works.
25 minutes later I was done with my first C25K run. And I felt great.
The next day I did the second. And on Monday morning I work up at 6:40, jumped out of bed, laced up my sneakers and did the third.
I’m not a morning person, and even less a morning exerciser. That morning run was tough, but I was proud of myself for going. I was even more proud the next morning when I went again.
By the time Saturday rolled around again I had done week one of the C25K plan five times and I was more than ready to start week two. So I did.
Then M went off to Boston and both girls got sick and for three days I wasn’t able to get off the couch. In the past it wouldn’t have taken much more than that to derail a brand new exercise routine. But on Wednesday I laced up my sneakers again and went back out. And again on Friday.
Tonight I started the third week of the training program. When I started week two I struggled with the run. Tonight I just enjoyed it.
I’m not going to make insane claims of races I’ll run in the future. I’m just going to take it one day at a time.
Tonight I went for a run and it felt great.